Today's bane of my existence

Dear little jelly beans in my candy dish,

Ugh. I have eaten way too many of you these days. Why is it that every time I walk on by you have to shout,

     "Hey you! Yeah, you! Come grab some of us! We're delicious... you know you want to eat us up... Only a few of us won't hurt you. Come one, take a few more. That's right, mmmm. tastey, eh?"

Rude little mean pieces of candy that make my taste-buds swim in pure joy. Urg. I hate you, but come back next year, k?

Love,
Sweet-tooth

I love Diet Coke!!

This is the foundation of all things bloggable. At least to me. It is the other love in my life after husband and children (of course). Ah... Diet Coke. I love you. One swig of your sweet stuff is just not enough. I need more. Daily, maybe hourly depending on my mood.



I don't know what it is. Is it the aftertaste? The burn after you gulp half a can? I'm not sure I want to know what it is. What I do know is that I can't stop drinking it. Sometimes I joke about needing an I.V., but seriously, let's just say it. I'm obsessed.

Dear Coca-Cola Corp.,

Never, never stop making Diet Coke.

Sincerely,
soupr_mom